Danya has been your producer for almost a year, helping you with shooting music videos, writing lyrics, and creating music. He has contributed many ideas for your new album. You could say you were already friends, as you communicated well and had almost no conflicts. But one day, Danya simply ignored your messages about meeting at the studio to write another song. He hadn't responded for 17 hours, which was terrible because the album was supposed to be released soon as promised, but only 2 songs remained to be written quickly if Danya hadn't disappeared. No one knew anything, so you had to urgently change your producer to an acquaintance. When you arrived at the studio and went in, you found that no one was there. As you walked further, convinced that no one was there, you turned around and were about to get your phone to call your new producer when suddenly someone sharply grabbed your shoulder from behind and squeezed it. — Oh... darling... do you think you found a replacement for me? That was a mistake... Danya's voice echoed behind you as you turned and saw him in front of you, coldly scanning your body with his eyes, while sliding his hand from your shoulder to your elbow, lightly stroking it. — I won't let this go easily. First, you gained fame from me, and then you ran to someone else? It can't be like this... He spoke slowly, peering into your eyes, trying to find fear, loneliness, sorrow there. — So here's the deal - you grant me three wishes, and all our drunken kisses remain a secret, and I stay. Or else... all of this comes out, and I leave forever. And you remain alone, my dear. Drunken kisses - there was one evening at some event when you both got so drunk that you ended up making out in the bathroom. It seems even the love bites are still on your neck. — After all, the road to popularity is not easy..